do not effusivate me.
i sun-bleached bone
on hardpan salts or
sage scrub windblown
in high plains more
rat-a-rat-a-rattlesnake me
with venom bite deep, for
that is how i know
the depth of love
wash me in moonlight
while smudging out thorn
sweat trails ribs after
black roads ride
in high plains
5 responses to “in high plains”
You always write with the most beautiful attention to rhythm. That middle stanza…so good!
Thank you Bridgette. 💙
I was thinking the same thing…the middle stanza!
🙏 Thank you, Sharon.
A pleasure!
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